When the green plum at the entrance of the village matures, she will be waiting for you there. The so-called separation between life and death is not a great pain or sorrow. She is thinking about you, but she is waiting indefinitely for you who will never come. This is a pain more tragic than death.
When Qingmei matured, he could vaguely see her face, but with every step he took closer, the chill on his body became more intense. It's not a breach of trust, it's a matter of incompetence. If love is just obsession, please don't blind your eyes.
When Qingmei matures, I don't want to see you leaving home in a hurry again. I tell myself that I can't love you, I can't live without you. But I can't control my feelings, I can only rub these feelings into my heart.